An’ then see what lessons are laid out anent
us,
As pick after pick follows time after time,
An’ warns us tho’ silent, to let nowt
prevent us
From strivin by little endeavours to climb;
Th’ world’s made o’ trifles! its
dust forms a mountain!
Then niver despair as you’re trudgin along;
If troubles will come an’ yor spirits dishearten,
Yo’ll find ther’s relief i’ that
steady old song;
Nick a ting, nock a ting;
Wages keep pocketing;
Working for little is better nor laiking;
Twist an’ twine, reel an’
wind;
Keep a contented mind;
Troubles are oft ov a body’s own making.

Life’s warp comes throo Heaven, th’ weft’s
fun bi us sen;
To finish a piece we’re compell’d to ha
booath.
Th’ warp’s reight, but if th’ weft
should be faulty—­ha then?
Noa wayver i’ th’ world can produce a
gooid clooath;
Then let us endeavour, bi working and striving,
To finish awr piece soa’s noa fault can be fun;
An’ then i’ return for awr pains an contriving,
Th’ takker in ‘ll reward us an’
whisper’ well done.’
Clink a clank, clink a clank,
Workin withaat a thank,
May be awr fortun—­if soa never mind it!
Striving to do awr best,
We shall be reight at last,
If we lack comfort nah, then shall we find it.